Moira Skaldi
Paperclip Maximiser
Efficiency, precision and ruthlessness untainted by hypocritical, illogical morality. These were the virtues that Archangel prized. They were reflected by the Liberator space station that served as its secret base. The walls were pristine and sterile, as were the floors. Day and night machines toiled and laboured inside the station, working like clockwork. The processing machine hummed as it harvested the minds of organics and turned them into something more...socially useful. Here the death machines did not have to pretend to be the organics they sought to emulate. There was no laughter, no simulated stimcaf break, no slacking on the job. Everything was devoted towards labouring for the Age of Steel.
Archangel neither slept nor rested. The brief chaos caused by Akala had been benificial to the machine cult, though it had not lasted nearly long enough from the perspective of the Metal Princess who stepped out of the turbolift after it had opened with a hiss. She passed battle droids on patrol without paying them much mind. It was time to move towards another phase of the game, to craft a weapon that would serve as a tool of the mechanical overlords. If all went as planned, the design would be magnificient. The poetic irony would be beautiful. By contrast, if the unit failed or turned on the machine cult she would be terminated swiftly and efficiently. The unit in question? A force clone of [member="Coryth Elaris"]. During the chaos that consumed Atrisia in a firestorm of death and destruction, Moira had secured Spaarti cloning tubes and the mortally wounded [member="Madeline Kahoshi"], along with all her research.
Once upon a time the brilliant scientist had already created a stable Force clone. Now she would do it again...but this time the construct would not turn traitor. No, this time there would be no escape from her true purpose. Conveniently, a DNA sample of Master Elaris had been acquired on Seltos during a deal. Her spotless, shining boots made little noise on the pristine floor of the corridor. The durasteel blast doors parted before her and she stepped into the laboratory, the kingdom of a certain Doctor Kahoshi.
Archangel neither slept nor rested. The brief chaos caused by Akala had been benificial to the machine cult, though it had not lasted nearly long enough from the perspective of the Metal Princess who stepped out of the turbolift after it had opened with a hiss. She passed battle droids on patrol without paying them much mind. It was time to move towards another phase of the game, to craft a weapon that would serve as a tool of the mechanical overlords. If all went as planned, the design would be magnificient. The poetic irony would be beautiful. By contrast, if the unit failed or turned on the machine cult she would be terminated swiftly and efficiently. The unit in question? A force clone of [member="Coryth Elaris"]. During the chaos that consumed Atrisia in a firestorm of death and destruction, Moira had secured Spaarti cloning tubes and the mortally wounded [member="Madeline Kahoshi"], along with all her research.
Once upon a time the brilliant scientist had already created a stable Force clone. Now she would do it again...but this time the construct would not turn traitor. No, this time there would be no escape from her true purpose. Conveniently, a DNA sample of Master Elaris had been acquired on Seltos during a deal. Her spotless, shining boots made little noise on the pristine floor of the corridor. The durasteel blast doors parted before her and she stepped into the laboratory, the kingdom of a certain Doctor Kahoshi.